He stopped himself in time, not mentioning that disastrous defeat.
"The spoils are yours, aside from the mission items. But I have one bottom line."
Velin held up one finger.
"Leave no survivors. I want anyone who sees this flag to be unable to even describe what you look like. They will only be able to guess in terror what's watching them from the depths of the sea."
The dark yellow light in Korsh's eyes flared.
"My lord, you truly understand us." Korsh's voice was low. "We mine just to survive, but creating fear… that is our nature."
"One more thing."
Velin interrupted his excitement.
"Remember, Korsh. This time, you're not fighting for some ethereal 'glory.'"
He took a step closer, staring at Korsh.
